Liliana Batchelor, #1
by Holly Blackstone
Released
March 2013
Self-Published
Self-Published
Blurb
Two souls meet at a dark railroad crossing… there's no hint this night will be the beginning - and end - of everything.
Two souls meet at a dark railroad crossing… there's no hint this night will be the beginning - and end - of everything.
Lily
doesn't exist any more - old Lily, anyway. That night made her different,
rewrote her life, tore up everything she thought she knew and understood.
How
do you go back to normal after you've met someone who has turned your life
upside down? When you fear the passionate connexion but don't want to live for
anything else? When those few moments were the most intense and intimate of
your life and it was the barest taste of what you could have together?
How
do you find the strength to not run away from something that has the power to
shatter your heart?
Note:
This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language and situations
that some readers may find objectionable (including spanking and bondage).
Content intended for adults only.
What readers are saying:
"It
took forever to find a book last night on my Kindle. To find that perfect Alpha
male character. Stuart is the one."
"Really
enjoying the strong alpha possessive male qualities of Stuart, Liliana is no
simpering girl, their connection and the way the author visualizes that to the
reader are really impressive. Did I mention it is smokin' hot?! Really
pleasantly surprised with this one, reminds me at times of In Flight series
among others."
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She walks through the ballroom and heads to the exit and the elevators. Suddenly a voice breaks the
relative quiet.
“I thought you were going to bed.”
The voice gives her goosebumps - Stuart. She turns and he saunters
towards her, jacket gone, his lean yet strong physique now obvious through his
shirt.
Lily’s smile is wiped off her face instantly.
She feels guilty for turning him down earlier, and he seems annoyed that she lingered at the
reception rather than visiting with him.
“It was my intent at the time”, she says defiantly.
“Well, since you’re still awake…” He walks
past her and presses the elevator button. “…we’ll go to my suite and continue
the conversation.” He takes her elbow and steers her to the open door. She’s in
that intoxicating bubble again; his touch is exciting and his assurance is
overpowering. Nearly.
“No, I don’t think so”, Lily says, and taps
the button marked ‘6’.
Stuart presses the Penthouse level button,
but she ignores this. “Is there a reason?”, he asks. The doors close.
“Because I really am tired now, and sessions start at nine
to-morrow.” She replies determinedly.
The floors begin to tick by. “But you don’t
have to attend every session. No one ever does at these things.”
“That’s not the point”, she says. The number five ticks by on the floor display.
He turns her around so she is facing him. His
touch seems to melt her will. “I almost think you’re avoiding me.” The bells sound and the doors open behind her. Lily casts her eyes over her shoulder and
down the hallway to her room. Stuart is still holding onto her arms and she
isn’t trying to pull away.
She turns to look him in the eyes as the doors begin to close
behind her.
“Why?”, she asks in a whisper, searching his features,
wishing she had more willpower.
He lifts a hand and caresses the side of her face and her breath intakes sharply at his touch. “I want
to get to know you”, he says softly and continues to stroke her hair. There is
a chime and the door opens.
He turns her around and places his arm across her back as they exit
the elevator.
The Penthouse lobby is small and leads to a hallway. There is one door
along each side and another one
at the far end that says, ‘Hotel Staff Only’. Stuart walks towards the door on the right,
and the attendant standing discreetly in the lobby rushes to catch up to him.
“Good evening, Mr…”, but Stuart quiets him with a
shake of his head. The door opens and Stuart ushers Lily inside and after a professional ‘Good
Evening’, the attendant closes the door after them. Lily hears Stuart lock it
and there is now a lump in her throat.
“You know”, she begins nervously, “I’m here
for the next few days, we could do this another night.” Being alone with him
is daunting - a mixture of trepidation and desire.
“Come. I’ll make you a drink.”
“I think I’ve probably had enough for the
night…”
“I was just going to have a wee nip”, he says
in his incredibly sexy accent as he walks to the wet bar tucked into the right of the
living room.
“Okay, fine, but just a little”, she
cautions. Lily steps towards the windows that fill the wall in front of her.
“This is AMAZING”, she says emphatically as
she turns her head to Stuart. The wide eyes and smile on her face are enough to
make him break into a grin.
“It is at that.” He walks around the bar, a
glass in each hand. He narrows his eyes at her. “How do you like your scotch?”, he asks playfully.
“Neat!”, she replies without hesitation and
he hands the drink over.
“Liliana”, he says softly and she looks up at
the sound of her name. Their eyes lock and he raises his glass.
“Thank you”, he says, and the tone is so
tender and earnest it nearly brings tears to her eyes. “Thank you for saving my
life.” He reaches his left hand up and his finger tips touch her cheek lightly.
Lily lowers her lids, relishing the sensation, trying to burn the feeling and
the words into her head.
She opens her eyes to see him watching her.
She raises her glass and clinks with his and takes a sip.
“Mmmm”. The strong taste of iodine and the
smokiness of the peat fill her mouth, and
her lips and tongue begin
to tingle. The scotch
warms a path to her stomach and leaves her with a contented feeling. “Perfect.”
Stuart is still lightly touching her cheek
and trails his fingers to her lips, watching her reaction intently. She doesn’t move as his thumb brushes
against her mouth, and then he slides his hand and is cupping her cheek. She hears the clank of his tumbler as it touches the tabletop and he
removes the glass from her hand.
He leans into her; she can smell the scotch
on his breath as he slowly moves his lips to hers. Lily’s breath catches in her
throat, her pulse is racing, and she feels her stomach twist expectantly.
He pauses; their mouths are a hairsbreadth
apart, and she realises he’s prolonging it, relishing this
moment of anticipation. A burning desire for him has taken up residence in her
abdomen; she longs for his kiss and leans forward but he maintains the
distance.
“Is this what you were afraid of?” His voice
is sexy - low and rough. His breath envelops her like a shroud of silk - seductive, soft.
“Yes”, she gasps out.
His mouth parts in a brief smile and then his
lips are on hers, as soft and sensual as she feared. His hand at her cheek
urges her mouth open and he plunges his tongue into her, mingling with the remnants of the
scotch, tickling her tongue while
his right hand rests on her hip. He is overwhelming; she has never been kissed
like this, forcefully and passionately.
Her left hand comes up and touches his face and
he melts into her palm, their bodies pressed against one another, their mouths
still joined.
Finally, reluctantly, he pulls away.
“Was that so terrible?”, he growls.
Lily nods. “It was everything I feared.” His
mouth turns up in a smile and he reaches
for his glass and takes
another sip of scotch.
“When do you need to be at your first
seminar?”, he asks and trails his fingers along the edge of the table in front
of the window. He stares at her as she’s seen predators eye prey.
“I should be there at nine, Stuart”, she
replies and takes a drink from
her glass. What is wrong with her? She craves him like a thirsty man would yearn for water and yet she’s trying to find
excuses to leave.
You fear his intensity. That much is true. She turns to look
out the magnificent windows; Edinburgh Castle is in the distance, lights
marking angles into sharp relief.
He’s behind her now, and uses the most
delicate of touches to brush her hair aside. He leans down towards her ear and
whispers. “What if I asked you to stay?” Her knees weaken and he puts an arm
around her waist, pulling her to him. She can feel his erection pressing
against her back and moistness is pooling between her legs.
He begins to kiss her hair. “Stay”, he says
as he drinks in the scent of her hair and the faint aroma of her arousal. It’s
more intoxicating than anything he’s had to drink that night.
“Stuart…”, she wants to protest. He’s so sexy and I do want him so
terribly, terribly bad.
There is the distant clacking of heels and
then Lily hears a throat
clear. “Mister… Sir, there has been
a break-in.”
He turns his head, his arm still firmly
around Lily’s waist. She can feel the strength in his muscles, the hardness of
his chest against her back.
“When?”
“Just now.”
He turns Lily around so she is facing him. “I
need to, I HAVE to deal with this. Please. Just give me a short while.”
He takes her head in his hands and kisses her
forehead before turning to follow Ava. Lily can hear the click of footsteps
receding into the distance. As quickly and quietly as she can manage, she picks
up her purse and heads to the front doors. She nods to the attendant, calls the
elevator and takes it down to her floor.
Lily is exhausted – emotionally wrung out.
She closes the curtains, locks the door and readies for bed in record time. She
sets her alarm and turns off the ringer on her phone. Tonight was completely
unexpected; what would to-morrow bring?
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InfoHolly Blackstone has been writing stories and poetry since she was seven and has always been an avid reader. She enjoys cooking, painting, reading, blogging, music, writing, dancing and gardening, and lives in the Pacific Northwest, just outside of Seattle.
Holly enjoys exploring how her hero and heroine
grow when faced with adversity, and believes erotica can not only be sexy and
sensual, but contain rich characters and tell a compelling story.
She enjoys interacting with readers and discussing
her books and what motivates the people in her stories.
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